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wxnheart · 1 year

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Hello cutie ! I thirst for reading about task force guys so let me ask you a request when boys realize they have feelings with reader (civilian or military) :) sorry for my english…

You called me a cutie. Thank you, anon. Your English is fine by the way. ❤️

note: I won't specify whether or not they're civilian or military. The way I write, it could be either or. It's totally up to you. I'll focus on the main four for this one and if you want me to do their associates, let me know!

𝐂𝐩𝐭. 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞

John's revelation is pretty straightforward and not too complicated.

He had an inkling that what he felt for you went beyond platonic rather quickly. It wasn't love at first sight but it was attraction, that's for sure.

John would later say it’s because you had chutzpah in spades, darling. You cracked a joke about his hat and he couldn't help but chuckle. Made his day, actually.

Of course, certainty was a must. He wouldn't make the first move until he was absolutely sure you were attracted to him as well.

Time and getting to know you better absolutely cemented what he felt for you was romantic. A soldier always trusted his gut and he was absolutely certain you felt the same.

Price is a gentleman where it counts so he will be asking you out when he touches down. There's this nice hole-in-the-wall pub that has very good food and he really wants you to experience the euphoria for yourself.

𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐞 '𝐆𝐚𝐳' 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤

You two were caught between a rock and a hard place. Same shit, different day.

Anyone else would've collapsed under the pressure by now but you... you were different. Resilient. Cool, calm, and collected.

Gaz always liked that about you. He was no stranger to discomfort and sticky situations. Rather desensitized to it. Just like you, apparently. Safe to say, he admired you. Took cues from you the same way he did from Price. May or may not have mentally rejoiced when given the opportunity to work alongside you.

So when you turned to him, calmly said you had a plan, and clapped his shoulder in reassurance (not that he needed it but thanks, mate), oh yeah, that admiration was no longer platonic.

When everything was said and done and you two had been safely whisked away, Gaz spent the better part of ten minutes trying to formulate a plan to ask you out for drinks.

Eventually said fuck it and before you two parted ways for the moment, simply asked you out. What is discomfort, mate? Same shit, different day.

𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 '𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭' 𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲

Oh, Babygurl...

When did Ghost find out? When Soap pointed it out to him.

That's fucking right. SOAP had to point it out to him. And how did Soap point it out to him?

By doing what Soap does best, be sunshine and fucking roses and talk to you. He was close to you. Too close.

He was making you smile. And laugh. Fucking hell, your laugh was music to his ears.

Simon should've known he was in too deep when it came to you. Denial was never one of his strong points. Couldn't get you out of his mind and found himself worrying about you more than he absolutely fucking should. He also avoided looking at you. He's never avoided eye contact with anyone. EVER.

And Johnny's ass hadn't been any help if the knowing look he was throwing Ghost's way (and had been ever since Soap caught him staring at you while you were preoccupied once) was any indication.

Before he left, the smug bastard clapped Ghost's shoulder in support. "All yours, Lt." And here he was. Alone. With you. And you're smiling. You're fucking smiling at him.

He'll buy the prick a pint later to thank him. After he throttles him.

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 '𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐩' 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡

When he first saw you, saw that sparkle in your eye, and you introduced yourself, it was game on.

And the attraction got progressively stronger.

He loved the way you joked with the team.

He loved the way you got on Ghost's nerves and got the stoic bastard to warm up to you. Somehow. It was the tea, wasn't it?

Hell, he even liked the way you called Graves everything but a child of God.

Whether Simon realizes this or not, Soap uses him as his personal bullshit detector and seeing as the man absolutely likes you as only Ghost can, yeah, you're good in his book as well.

Too damn good. Too damn good to pass up. And yeah, Soap is gonna make his intentions known. He'd be a fool not to.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #task force 141 #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #john price x reader #gaz x reader #simon riley x reader #soap mactavish x reader #call of duty x reader #just 141 things.#hope you enjoy anon!

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arrowsperpetualcringe · 8 months

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hehe sketch request (take as long as you want and remember to take breaks!!!) hmm

shidou and kazui eating pancakes

(amane is eyeing the pancakes intently)

Oops, all gay (plus green anime baby)

#hope you enjoy anon!#milgram #milgram project #kazui mukuhara #shidou kirisaki #amane momose #milgram kazui #milgram shidou #milgram amane #kazui x shidou #0507 #milgram 0507 #my art #sketch

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distort-opia · 7 months

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just wondering if you know of any fic taking place when batjokes died in endgame? i’ve been thinking about them dying together and now i’m crazy. if not maybe someone else does/will get inspired just putting the idea out there

Sadly I can only think of one that directly addresses Bruce and Joker dying together in Endgame:

+ It's Hard Saying Goodbye by BadgerDame (oneshot, 2k words, rated M)

Summary: "I'm just going to rest here a little while with my friend."

I've also got a WIP in the works about that, hah. I'm guessing you probably know of the unused Lovers of Valdarro Greg Capullo cover? It's been haunting me ever since I laid eyes on it, how exactly Bruce and Joker would get in that position. Especially because I'm pretty sure Joker hated Bruce's guts immensely at that point. I'll get around to finishing that fic too eventually... But if anyone has other recs of fics fitting this description, please add to this post!

#hope you enjoy Anon!#the story is heartwrenching #though my take is quite different from the fic above since I'm just.#envisioning Joker kicking and screaming like an angry badger while Bruce is like #'HOLD STILL AND LET ME ENJOY MY DEATH IN PEACE'#asks #batjokes #batjokes fic rec

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squadrah · 8 months

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i have a brainworm and would like to share with the class & get some input and such ,,

ghiaccio but he’s actually calm/happy/acts like a regular fucking person around people he trusts deeply. Like. Would unironically die for them. this is a hard status to obtain, and i’m wondering who on the team you think would acquire the Trust™️ of the blue creature?

not a question, just an add on thought,,, personally, i think ghiaccio likes the idea of being affectionate with those he trusts, but he’s just been dealt a bad hand too many times for there to really be many people he trusts around him ,,, does this make sense maybe i’m just rambling about the weird blue guy now lol

Thank you for sharing with the class, Anon! :D

I always like the idea of characters in relatively bad situations having some conditions under which they can feel normal or comfortable, and this tickled me because I love Ghiaccio both as a screaming gremlin and as someone who deserves to be less of it, hehe.

Right off the bat, my thought was that a person who might be granted the Trust™️ of the blue creature should be at least two things: 1) someone Ghiaccio can respect in some way, and 2) straightforward. I mean respect as in they either have some qualities that Ghiaccio admires or they have earned his respect, and straightforward as in somebody who will square with him and communicate what they mean and want so that there's no confusion. I headcanon Ghiaccio as autistic and feel he would appreciate someone who doesn't send mixed signals. Here the best contenders are Prosciutto, Melone, and probably Risotto, though his position as leader might hinder the development.

But I would like to allow for some leeway as well, so another type of person who could earn the Trust™️ is someone who is very clearly actively striving for it. I would put Formaggio and maybe Pesci here because they would have to make more effort to truly earn respect, but they also have more amicable vibes, which would make affection easier. My vision of Gelato and Sorbet are also contenders here, though affection would be far easier with Gelato than with Sorbet, and the latter's vibes are not exactly light.

This leaves Illuso as the one who might have the hardest time getting close (simply because he's such a mean girl of a man), though it would not be impossible for him from the right angle - someone shoot me an ideal relationship dynamics ask on Illuso/Ghiaccio and I'll tell you more, ehe.

Now onto the affection part of it, because you did not mention forms of affection beyond being calm/happy/normal, so I wanted to add to all this that I feel like Ghiaccio's means of affection would be mirroring. If he trusts and feels comfortable around someone, he might show it by mirroring them somewhat. Melone gives me the impression of someone whose tone outside of missions is always calm and languid, and I can see Ghiaccio relaxing into adopting a calm and quiet tone when they talk. Prosciutto is very physical, especially with his hands, so I could see Ghiaccio touching him on his arms or back as he started getting comfortable. With Formaggio or Gelato, he would start laughing when they laughed and go with their flow, at least until he gets overstimulated. And I could also see getting close in the physical sense of him just, scooting close to those he trusts. You know you're on his shit list when you need to give him a wide berth, and you know you've got something special going on if he is very obviously closing the distance, even if he's not always aware that he's right in your face. He probably has his cooldown periods where he disengages, but he will come back and start hovering all over again and it's quite magical.

#la squadra #ghiaccio #squadrah headcanons #squadrah original #not tagging it ships because i mean these to be general #hope you enjoy anon!

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whatdoyoumeanitsnotcanon · 2 years

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Hey, this is my first time actually doing this, but I love your writing and I figured I would give it a shot. Do you have any thoughts surrounding how Radahn would fall in love with a shy/pacifist SO? I'm a sap for unlikely romances as well as both friends-to-lovers and enemies-to-lovers but you can approach it however you'd like. No pressure or anything, if you don't want to write this I totally understand. Take care. :3

Starscourge Radahn x Shy!Reader

How I've yearned for you. Eternal. And at night, when the world is at rest, Now I dream of you...

You could never meet each other's gaze and it had nothing to do with his stature.

Well... that was not entirely true.

You could never meet his gaze.

And still, shyness be damned, you yearned. You yearned like the scorched earth wanting rain. You yearned like a hungry man demanding sustenance. You yearned like the pitiful and outcasted wanting acknowledgment and salvation. You yearned and you yearned and you yearned.

Was it the thought of rejection, then, that averted your gaze from his? Was it the blinding light of his majesty, reflected in golden resplendent armor, that made you look downward? Or was it simply your nature to be interested in the bountiful earth? You knew not and at times dared not to ponder. Your feelings, hidden from all the world to see, would remain so.

You could never meet his gaze. And height had nothing to do with it.

And so you dreamt the delusionist's dream. You dreamt of resplendent gold amidst the star-filled sky. You dreamt of the gentle breeze tousling his wild, crimson mane. You dreamt of hands, large and calloused, gentle against your skin. You dreamt of lips, warm and firm against yours. You dreamt and you dreamt and you dreamt. You dreamt the delusionist's dream, divine in all its grandeur.

And still, you could never meet his gaze.

The heavens were kind to you on this night as the stars illuminated the sky. They were kind to you as your dreams became a reality and you were a delusionist no longer. The heavens were kind as you felt him before you even saw him and when he made himself known to you, he, the Bane of the Stars, you turned your gaze to the bountiful earth once more.

But never again.

A hand, large, warm, and calloused, gently tipped your chin upwards. The gentle breeze tousled his wild, crimson mane. The sparkle in his eyes, resplendent gold against the star-filled sky, was magnificent. And what an irony it was that he, the Bane of the Stars, was his most beautiful in the midst of them.

You thought you could never meet his gaze... until you did. Until he made you.

Until you saw for yourself a mirror of your own feelings and the dam that once housed them had broken. You stared, witnessing your delusions become reality, finally seeing that which you once considered fictitious.

Longing.

You saw for yourself a mirror of your own feelings in his gaze and oh, he, the Bane of the Stars, was exquisite in his wanting.

And oh, how I've yearned for you...

#starscourge radahn #radahn x reader #elden ring #elden crack.#hope you enjoy anon!

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youngpettyqueen · 9 months

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Charhawk kiss to shut them up 👀

"It just doesn't make any sense."

Hawkeye opens his eyes, one of them twitching. This has been going on for an hour. An hour.

"If I knew you were going to be like this," He mutters, turning and shoving his face into Charles' shoulder, "I never woulda lent you the book. Go to sleep." He's almost begging. He's tired. He's on the verge of kicking Charles out of his cot and going to sleep somewhere else, but he's comfy, and he doesn't want to move.

"But it doesn't make any sense!" Charles continues, louder, "It couldn't have been the butler, how would he have had the time to get from the dining hall to the master bedroom? There were witnesses." He insists.

"I'm never letting you read any of my books again." Hawkeye grumbles. He's going to kill Charles. Or himself. He hasn't decided yet.

"I need to see it again," And then Charles is moving, shifting, dislodging his very comfortable companion, "I must have missed-"

Hawkeye pushes himself up, planting a hand on Charles' shoulder for leverage. He pushes him back down into the cot, pinning him quite effectively with most of his weight on top of him.

"Pierce-" Charles starts to protest, but he doesn't get to get anything else out because Hawkeye kisses him. Not softly, not sweetly, not even cutely. Just plants one on him with enough force to bonk their heads together hard enough to sting a little bit.

When he pulls away, Hawkeye scowls down at him. "Shut," He hisses, leaning in closer till their noses are almost touching, "The fuck up."

And then he flops down on top of him, just for good measure. He takes some satisfaction in that Charles' heartbeat is quick against his ear, letting that soothe some of his grumpiness.

"...Fine," Charles relents, adjusting so that he can fold his arms loosely around him, "I am never reading any of your books again."

Hawkeye's falling asleep before he can even be grateful for that.

#mash #fic bitching #hawkeye pierce #charles winchester #otp: and their sons #I love to put these two in a bed together just to cuddle #Hawkeye kissing someone to shut them up is just very in character I think #he wouldnt do it in an argument but he'll do it if youre being deeply annoying over a dumb mystery novel #hope you enjoy anon!

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broadway-sollux · 1 year

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had two much fun wiith thii2. covered iin honey. help.

lyriic2 under the cut.

fuck. thii2 ii2 takiing forever. ju2t compiile already! oh. hey liittle guy. ugh. iit mu2t bee 2o much ea2iier ju2t carryiing data and makiing honey all day. ii’d rather bee a bee. I’mma bee, I'mma bee, I'mma I'mma I'mma bee I'mma bee, I'mma bee, I'mma I'mma I'mma bee I'mma bee, I'mma bee, I'mma I'mma I'mma bee I'mma bee bee bee bee I'mma I'mma bee I'mma bee bee bee bee I'mma I'mma bee I'mma bee bee bee bee I'mma I'mma bee

I'mma be in the network I'mma be buzzin’ at 20ghz I'mma be zippin through the wires with my crew I'mma be writin’ all those codes you wanna use I'mma be up in them honeycomb slits Better not cause a glitch, and I'mma be Zippin’ them zips cause I'mma be so honey-drenched You gon’ be givin’ me clicks I'mma be carryin’ bits Lookin all fly and shit I'mma be the fliest prick I'mma be spreading my wings I'mma be doing bee things (do it do it, okay)

I'mma I'mma fly it this way, I'mma I'mma I'mma I'mma fly it that-a way This is sexy Sol, and I'mma I'mma bee here to stay From my sixth sweep til infinity

I'mma bee, I'mma bee, I'mma I'mma I'mma bee I'mma bee, I'mma bee, I'mma I'mma I'mma bee I'mma I'mma I'mma be I'mma be, I'mma be I’mma I'mma be, I'mma be be be be Imma I'mma be I'mma be I'mma I'mma I'mma be, I'mma be be be I'mma I'mma be

I'mma be the upgraded new servo I'mma be a supersize server with soul I'mma be world wide emperial I'mma be mega, not a one-bit drone I'mma be brilliant with my millions Load out a billion, generate a trillion I'mma be a busy bee, but my name ain't Hussie I'mma be ya hub, soundin real buzzy Honeys in text, and we trollin’ them pests but I don't really mind when they trollin’ them pests I'mma be, I'mma be I'm-I’mma I'm-Imma be Rich, baby I'mma be, I'mma be, I'm, I'mma be

Sick with overload When the goal is to power this show I'mma be the future I'mma be the whole, reason why trolls even connect to the flow You can see what I’m programmin’ And I don’t even have to glow I'mma be up in the hive Doin' whatever I like I'mma be popping that honey Chillin' and living that good life Oh let's make this last forever Coding and flying together On and on and on and on and On and on and on and on and I'mma be buzzin’ like this Y'all always wan’ type shit Wantin’ me to fix all your techno bits Acting like that’s my job, it isn’t I can’t help that I’m goldblooded And all trolls want is psionics Drop this whole life and just buzz instead Be part of electronics

I'mma be, I'mma be, I'mma be, I'mma be I'mma be living that good life I'mma be living that good good I'mma be, I'mma be, I'mma be, I'mma be I'mma be living that good life I'mma be living that good good I'mma be, I'mma be, I'mma be, I'mma be I'mma be living that good life I'mma be living that good good I'mma be, I'mma be, I'mma be, I'mma be I'mma be living that good life I'mma be living that good good I'mma be I'mma be I'mma be, I'mma be, I'mma be, I'mma be

I’mma, I’mma, I'mma be Rocking that ATH~ extension infinite B-E-E we definite Ly- on some high wattage shit Futuristic colony Powerful with energy From the core psionicly Sending electronicly Cross’ the planet and the sea Making lots of ho-o-oney Rocking codes, compi-a-ling I'mma be there with my bees Living life, feeling free That's how it's supposed to be Live to serve a better Queen Celebrate like I'mma bee

I'mma be, I'mma be, I'mma be, I'mma be I'mma be, I'mma be, I'mma be, I'mma be I'mma be, I'mma be, I'mma be, I'mma be

#broadwaystuck #homestuck #broadway sollux #sollux captor #sollux captor homestuck #broadway stuck #broadway-stuck #broadway-sollux #broadwaystuck gen2 #twofoldAnnihilation #2ollux.txt #2ong2 #hope you enjoy anon!

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thatonepizzaman · 9 months

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d....Daroach????? please????

One roach coming up!

#hope you like it!#That’s another gijinka finished!#the kirby freak exists #kirby #kirby art #ask #Hope you enjoy Anon!#art #kirby fanart #drawing #my art #fanart #gijinka #daroach

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youssefguedira · 2 years

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<3<3<3 the joenicky diabolik au, hope you continue it!

thank you anon! glad you're enjoying it! and just for you, here is the next part (set after both previous ones), which is really just setting up some plot things, but enjoy anyway! (no nicky today, but he'll be back next time!) (tagging @eya-trying-to-function too)

other parts in the series:

[a prologue, of sorts] [part one] [part two] [you are here]

Despite the events of the night before, everything is still going to plan. If Di Genova is telling the truth - and Yusuf thinks he is, even if he has no real reason to - the paintings will be back where they belong, ready for the deal with Merrick. Then Yusuf will be able to leave Milan having completed what he came here to do, and he'll have an interesting story to tell Booker when he does.

This is what Yusuf is thinking about while he's at dinner that night, how he's going to describe the details of his meeting with Di Genova to Booker, and why he doesn't notice the man approaching his table immediately.

He'd wondered briefly when he sat down whether Di Genova was here, in the restaurant, but quickly shaken it away - he has a job to do, and he won't be distracted from it. The man who stands before him now, however, is definitely not the thief.

"Yusuf al-Kaysani?" the man says, in a way that sounds more like a demand than a question.

"Yes?" Joe answers, keeping his voice as polite as possible while also moving his hand slowly towards the knife on the table - it won't do much damage, but it'll be better than nothing if it comes to that. The man's eyes track the movement, and he smiles unkindly.

"Mr. Merrick requests your company," he says, nodding over to a table near the back of the restaurant, where sure enough, Merrick is watching them. Joe curses internally.

"The meeting wasn't scheduled until the day after tomorrow," he says, careful to sound more annoyed than worried. "If Mr. Merrick has a problem-"

"He is well aware of when the meeting was scheduled for," the man interrupts. "This is a different matter. He would like to speak with you now."

Joe glances around the restaurant. There aren't many others here at this time in the evening, and Joe wonders how many of them are in Merrick's pocket. The man takes a step closer, his hand drifting to his waist, where Joe can clearly see a knife hilt. He gets the message.

"Of course," Joe says, as politely as he can manage, and stands.

He follows the man over to Merrick, who smiles, though it doesn't seem at all genuine. "Mr. al-Kaysani. A pleasure."

Joe forces himself to smile back, even as he tries to work out what this is even about. "Mr. Merrick. This is earlier than I expected to meet. The paintings have not yet arrived, so if that is what you want to discuss, you will have to wait," he lies.

"No, I just have a few questions for you," Merrick says. He holds his hand out to the man who still hasn't moved from their table, effectively keeping Joe trapped, who passes him a file marked AK. Merrick flips open and pulls out a black-and-white photograph. He slides it across the table to Joe. "Is this not you, two weeks ago, meeting with the forger Sebastien le Livre?"

Joe looks down at the photograph, his heart already sinking. It's unmistakably him in the photograph, laughing at something Booker says. Behind him is a large package, the right size to be Merrick's paintings. Joe keeps his expression carefully neutral.

"Where did you get this?" he asks.

Merrick shrugs. "I have my sources." He slides over another photograph, and another. "Do these look familiar?"

They're both him - both with billionaires he'd sold to and who had had their unethical business practices exposed less than a month later. He'd been careful, he's always careful, but evidently it hadn't been enough. "What are you trying to imply, Mr. Merrick?" he asks.

Merrick smiles again, nastily. "I believe that the paintings you are planning to sell me are fake, and that you are going to use the deal as a front to find information that you will use to attempt to undermine me, is that correct?"

"You imply that there will be something to find," Joe responds.

Merrick ignores him and places the full file on the table. "I have evidence here of you breaking and entering multiple times, selling forgeries, and your… less than respectable past. I will, however, make you a deal: if you bring me the paintings, the real ones, in four days, then you can have this information and I will leave you alone. If you do not, I will release this information to law enforcement and the public. Is that clear?"

Joe stares him down. Merrick doesn't flinch.

"Do we have a deal, Mr. al-Kaysani?"

The man standing by their table moves closer threateningly. Joe's trapped.

"It seems we do," he says. Never mind that he doesn't know how he's going to manage getting the real paintings - which are held under high security - in four days.

"Good," Merrick says. "Keep the photos. As a reminder." He stands, then, snapping his file shut and nodding to the other man. "See you in four days."

With that, he leaves. Joe waits until he's out of sight, then gets up himself and leaves the restaurant.

He can't get word to Booker in time, or any of his other contacts. He'll have to figure this out on his own. He's on his way back to his hotel room when an idea begins to form, one that is quite possibly insane and has only a slim chance of working, but is the only real option he has.

He's going to need to find a way to contact the thief.

#neon answers #anonymous #neon writes #the old guard #kaysanova #diabolik au #will be going through and adding links to the other parts later #the prologue is just the first ficlet set in the future but i didn't know where else to put it in the series #ive finished most of the setup so from here on out parts should be in chronological order! unless i forget something #hope you enjoy anon!#userlyde #userlinax #usertriz #lazynbored #IGNORE the naming inconsistencies (that i just fixed) if you notice any i wrote this on my phone while procrastinating doing other tasks

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cashmoneyyysstuff · 1 month

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Can you do a scenario of Bakugou aftermath of the manga war right now, cause sense he had so much character development I think he have changed majorly big. And was wondering a bakugou x reader, aftermath after battle. I hope your up to date with the manga rn cause it’s super sad :(

But Mabye a scene of reader x bakugou, he wakes up in hospital and sees her waiting next to him in a chair waiting for him to wake up. And when he does he’s glad to see her alive and asking so many questions ☹️ maybe even a lil romantic vibe at the end ??!??😌

That would be so sweet thank you’!!

this is such a cute request ! i've been thinkin of writing a post war fic lately so thank you for the ask ! i tried to honour your request as best i could, hope you'll like it ! <3

BNHA MANGA SPOILERS !!, fem reader, injuries n blood n stuff, reader cries easily sorry im projecting, katsuki n reader have been together for a while (since before the first internship arc !)(..does this technically qualify as childhood friends to…anyways !), worried reader, worried katsu so its a lil angsty but it's pure fluff no worries !, kissing, katsuki is touchy and cannot pass up skin contact, katsuki is a biter cus i say he is so biting, best jeanist is here!! (and maybe kinda ooc cus idk him like that😭🫶🏾), afo is mentioned and called a ballsack lmfao i hate him, everyone is fine and dandy and healthy(?) cus im a major optimist, lemme know if i missed sum else<3!

it's been three weeks since katsuki's been asleep.

you'd woken up a week and a few days after the war had ended. you don't remember much besides fighting for your life, that of your friends and of the people of japan. you were greeted with the worried, relieved and snotty faces of your classmates. denki and kirishima had basically tackle hugged you and were immediately strictly reprimanded by iida and momo. your limbs hurt like hell but you could ignore it and focus on squeezing your friends for now.

except not everyone was here. you immediately realised katsuki was one of them.

you were horrified to find out from your friends, who were sure this would be your reaction and were refraining from telling you, that katsuki had once again suffered major injuries and had been asleep for a good week now.

your classmates had tried to reassure you, "bakugou's always doin' the impossible, he'll probably be awake and he'll go back to cussin' up a storm before we know it." sero said, trying his best to comfort you. you send him a smile that doesn't fully reach your eyes, but you still appreciate him nonetheless.

since that day you'd gone to visit him everyday. sometimes you'd just stare at his pretty lashes fluttering, wondering when he'd wake up. other times you'd talk to him about your day. it was boring, since you were still healing and still stuck in the hospital, but it was something.

your classmates came to visit too. kirishima comes to visit the most but you assume he’s just here to check up on you and make sure you’re okay. he stays for around an hour, sneaks you some actually edible food then always leaves you with a “don’t push yourself too much, okay !”

you go to visit your other classmates, like izuku who had also taken a major beating, but was just as stubborn as your katsuki when it came to durability. you’re amazed to see how quickly he goes back to his old self, anxiously waving his arms around and telling you he’s completely okay, before promptly wincing and yelping out an “ouch !” when he moves his arm the wrong way. you jokingly warn him not to push himself too much too quickly or you’d mess him up even more than he already was every time you leave.

“i’ll try !” he chuckles, giving you a thumbs up.

you’d also met best jeanist recently, who had come to visit your boyfriend one day while you were also there. he told you that katsuki had talked about you once and that, in best jeanist’s words he seemed to be very enamored with you. you couldn’t help the way you shyly looked down at the ground, letting out a flustered chuckle and you thought you heard best jeanist laugh underneath his long, long turtleneck.

you’re currently sitting by katsuki’s bedside for the fourth monday in a row, smiling to yourself as you watch him sleep. you wonder if he’s dreaming about anything. despite the fact you looked it up and people can’t exactly dream while they’re in a coma, but you like to think he’s just asleep and having a very nice dream. the thought makes you happy, but it also makes a knot grow in your throat.

“i do hope you're having nice dreams, but i also hope you wake up soon." you whisper lovingly, brushing some hair out of his face. you run your finger along his nose bridge and cheek, usually he wouldn't be able to take soft touches like this for more than 10 seconds before getting embarrassed and pushing your hands away, trying to distract you from his beet red cheeks. you let out a watery giggle at the memory.

your throat starts feeling a little dry and as much as you don't want to leave katsuki, you figured you wouldn't miss much if you were only gone for a few minutes. you press a quick kiss to his forehead and before you get up to leave the room you look back at him once more time. only to see something strange, his eyelashes flutter more than usual, then his eyebrows furrow,

and then his eyes open.

he blinks groggily once, then twice. he tries to reach up and rub at his eye but the bandage on his arm won't allow him to and he winces. he realizes someone is in his room after a second, slowly looking up as if in slow motion. but then his movements fast forward when he realizes it's you in his room.

his eyes widen and he practically jumps up. hastily sitting up and leaning against the railing of his bed towards you

"yn—fuck !" but he seems to have underestimated how serious his injuries were in the moment. he doubles over and hisses in pain. the noise kickstarts you and immediatly you're in motion. you rush over to him, softly but urgently grabbing his shoulders you softly push him back against his pillows, he groans as you do. "don't sit up so quickly !" you fret "just lay down—"

he grabs your arm with his somewhat okay one tightly as soon as you make contact, "are you—fuck—are you okay ?" he asks breathlessly, his eyes urgently search around on your face and he frowns slightly as he scans over your light scratches. " fuck, i passed out before i could get to check up on you.." his eyebrows furrow even harder, mad at himself for not being able to watch over you.

he lifts his not so injured hand up just slightly and you lower your head so he can place it against your cheek. he rubs over it slowly "yer not hurt, are ya ? i mean—fuck, you are, but—"

"katsu.." you smile, already shushing him.

"nothing broken ?" he starts up again, prodding at every body part he can reach. you giggle lightly. "yer all bandaged up. swear i'll find the bastards who did this shit to you."

"i already dealt with them, so you don't need to worry about that." you chuckle. he copies you, his movements slow down the slightest bit and he chuckes slightly and you've missed that sound so much your heart squeezes.

“yeah, course you did..” he sighs, eyes shining brighter than usual and you suspect he’s tearing up a little when he swiftly looks away from you to wipe at his face, you don’t comment on it cus you could feel tears welling up in your eyes as well.

he tsks at the mostly okay, but still injured, arm against his face before pulling it back glaring at it, “this shit’s a real pain.” he mutters angrily, sucking his teeth.

you spring into action again, like a toy starting up when you wind it “don’t move it so much, you messed it up really badly during the fight !” you both notice how you flinch back when you instinctively go to grab his hand, then reach forward once more and barely grab his hand to guide it towards his lap, and then his body towards the pillows behind him again. katsuki’s eyebrows furrow at your ghost like touch.

he doesn’t say a word as you ramble and simply stares at you. you’d noticed he hadn’t even put up a fight when you’d pushed him back down onto his bed, but you were more worried about his well being rather than his behavior. but now you start to get a little bit worried at his lack of reaction, you place your hand on his chest softly, afraid to hurt him "wait just a sec, i'll go get a nur—"

"no." you let out a surprised sound when he grabs your hand. he stares straight into your eyes, and the bright red shine in them is such a huge contrast to them being closed for so long it almost knocks the wind out of you.

he vehemently shakes his head "i don't need none of that."

"katsuki, you need—"

"no i don't." he says stubbornly, you don't know if you're happy or not that he seems to be just as stubborn as before everything happened. it's a relief, sure, but it's starting to annoy you a bit. you want to fire back but he cuts you off "i don't need a nurse. need you." he mutters into your hand he had brung up to his lips to speak his last sentence against.

it’s only a light press of his lips against your skin but it sends chills down your spine. he does it again, red eyes fixed onto you to bring his point across. you suck in a harsh breath, then sigh in defeat.

"okay.." you sigh. "but we still have to get a nurse later." he grunts into your hand in begrudged agreement, "later." he mutters.

once he's gotten his feel of you, he slowly lifts his head up to look at you. he shuffles around in bed until he's sitting up a little straighter, waving you off when you sit up to help when he winces slightly.

he reaches for you and tugs at your arm lightly, as if he wanted you to sit closer to him. you happily oblige, scooting a little closer until you're leaning infront of him. he grumbles, obviously unhappy about something.

"come over here." he whines petutalanty.

you giggle at his childish demand "katsuki, no. you're very hurt and i don't wanna make you feel worse if i accidently push at something too hard. we can cuddle all you want when you get checked up." you explain. he’s obviously unhappy about that, rolling his eyes accompanied by a huff.

just like he usually would. you feel your eyes burn but your chest feels lighter and lighter the more you realize he’s here. your holding his hand and he’s holding it back, you’re looking at him and he at you.

it’s your katsuki.

“that’s bullshit, m’perfectly fine.” he scoffs.

you give him a once over, raising a brow for good measure “right.” you laugh when he scoffs again, but he can’t hide the smirk growing on his face at the sound.

it’s your katsuki, alright.

it’s quiet while you’re just indulging in each other’s company, the worry in your stomach gnawing at you every day he wouldn’t open his eyes these past few weeks finally washing away as you look at him lovingly when he closes his eyes and sighs against your skin.

“stop starin’.” he complains against your hand he still had in a tight grip, cheeks turning red. it seems like he doesn’t want to let go of it any time soon and doesn’t have any plans to as he bring it up to his mouth to bite you. you struggle and squeezes at his nose with a grin.

“hey, is it so bad to wanna look at my boyfriend that he’d been sleeping every day up until now ?” you make it sound like a joke, but your smile falters slightly and katsuki realizes. his eyes widen slightly.

"how..how long was i out for ?" his voice is still clouded with sleep even now. you plop back down onto your chair, dragged closer to him now “about three weeks.” you mutter, sad smile on your face and eyes downcast.

neither of you say anything for a moment and you’re quickly reminded of the quiet you’d gotten used to when he was still asleep. you don't like it and you want to fill the silence but you don't know what to say. katsuki doesn't respond and keeps looking at your expression, blinking slowly, like he does when he's trying to discern how you feel. he's annoyingly perceptive and you feel yourself get flustered by his gaze.

"now who's the one staring.." you mutter shyly, eyes drifting towards the floor to close him off of your mind with those all seeing eyes of his. you can tell he's seen through you, but it's worth a try anyway.

he reaches and tugs at your chair leg for you to scoot closer somehow. once, then twice harder when you don't make any move to listen to him. he grunts and you worry he'll hurt himself like he always end up doing when he’s not being careful, so you lean your face closer to him. you'd stare at him at all day like this if you could but your eyes won't look in his properly before they're shooting back towards the floor, katsuki huffs a breath of laughter onto your cheek.

"m'not allowed to look at my girlfriend after bein' passed the fuck out for three weeks ?" he smirks his eyes are soft even when he gruffs a mean laugh when he reaches up to pinch your nose back and you grumble at him, softly patting at his hand to shoo him away with a smile you try to hold back. he pokes at your cheek, you go to shoo and scold him but he surprises you by softly placing his hand against your cheek.

“was worried about you, you know.”

your eyes widen and your mouth drops open slightly at his sincerity. your heart warms and you can't stop the tears blurring your vision anymore. you clamp your mouth shut so as not to sob, but your bottom lip wobbles and katsuki huffs again.

"was thinkin 'bout you the whole time. hate that creepy ballsack head,” he grumbles bitterly “kept me from seein' my girl." he smiles when you let out a watery snort. you grab ahold of the hand on your face, running your thumb across the rough skin.

"i heard you really did a number on him."

"course i did. fuckin' decimated the fucker." he boasts and you laugh loudly. "made him cry like a baby. literally." he adds, you raise a brow in question but he simply shakes his again, as if telling you not to worry about it.

you don't question it and simply sigh against his hand happily, it feels nice to feel him again. "the others are gonna be happy to see you up. kiri's been coming to visit you every day. and i've forbidden izuku from getting out of bed, but he asks about you all the time."

katsuki scoffs, thumb slowling down in its movements "damn deku.. he better not think he's hot shit cus he woke up before me." you snort loudly at that, shaking your head at his childish antics.

"good he's not runnin' around. he'd probably end up breaking more of his bones by himself."

"that's what i said !" you giggle, and katsuki snorts. you missed hearing him. you missed him so much, you reach a hand up and wipe at your still wet eyes, katsuki grabs at that hand to wipe at your tears for you.

"was worried about you too, katsu." you sniffle "when i heard you got yourself hurt bad again i just—i got really scared.”

your boyfriend's eyebrows furrow sorrowfully and he wishes his body wasn't so weak so he could wrap you up in his arm and feel you close, never let you go. but his hand against your wet cheek will have to do for now.

but katsuki is a creature of habit, so he speaks "come over here." he whispers.

you lean in a small distance at first, not really sure of what he wanted you to do. katsuki grunts but when you get close enough he reaches for the back of your head and pulls you in, pressing his lips to yours.

and it's everything. soft yet his grip on you is firm, slow yet urgent when you grab the front of his hospital clothes and he huffs against you when he shoves his tongue into your mouth with a soft groan. eyebrows furrowing in focus to handle his breathing because he doesn't want to pull away.

not yet.

you're first to pull away but he doesn't let you go far, immediately swooping in for another kiss, this one just as- if not more urgent-than the first. you softly run your hands through his soft locks and try to memorize the feeling like you hadn't been touching it everyday for the past three weeks. it feels different now.

not yet.

finally, you pull away even after katsuki chases your lips with a pout. you giggle and tug at his hair and he huffs at you, and leans forward to bite at the tip of your nose.

"katsuki !" you squeal flying back to wipe at your nose.

“don’t katsuki me” he chuckles, cheeks dusted pink. from the lack of oxygen just a moment ago or from embarrassment you don’t know, “ ‘ts your own fault, dumbass.”

you scrunch your nose and stick your tongue out at him and he snickers again. you’d missed that sound. you’d missed his laugh, and his stupid nicknames and his voice, the way he says your name and his eyes and his smile.

“i missed you.” you breathe, smiling at him with what you know can only be called heart eyes. katsuki blinks at you, turning red to the tips of his ears. he looks away but reaches for your hand, you give it to him and he presses his lips to the back of your hand.

“missed you too. really did.” he mutters.

this is the most embarrassed you’ve seen him and the sincerest at the same time, you commit the image to memory as your stomach flutters and your heart beats for him. and his for you. you can feel it in the way his hand steadily gets warmer, the way he closes his eyes and breathes you. in the way he kisses each of your fingertips and finishes it off with a bite to each to make you laugh.

you both know a lot of things still need to happen but they can wait for now. for now, his heart is here, beating with yours. your katsuki is awake and back where he’s supposed to be.

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wxnheart · 1 year

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hi! can I request each of the task 141 boys and what they would be like dancing with the reader in the kitchen at like 1 in the morning? thank you in advance if you do this, it’s been in my brain all day :)

𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐳 - 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝟏𝟒𝟏 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

scenario - It's the middle of the night and you can't sleep. The music plays softly in the background ("Fly Me To The Moon"), you're munching on a late-night snack, and goodness, the house feels lively and the atmosphere is just... right. Your handsome soldier is roused from his sleep and comes looking for you and your midnight waltz is born.

𝐂𝐩𝐭. 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞

His bedhead is adorable and rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes makes him look so... boyish.

Of course, he inquires as to why you're up at this ungodly hour. There's beauty sleep to be had.

You'll acquiesce on one condition. He has to slow dance with you.

Once he realizes what song is playing, there's a cheeky twinkle in his eye.

He pulls you close. You wrap your arms around each other and just slow dance in the kitchen, Frank Sinatra crooning in the background.

Your rest your head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat and his chin rests comfortably on top of your head, and all is well.

And no, he didn't doze off mid-waltz. What are you talking about, darling?

𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐞 '𝐆𝐚𝐳' 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤

Gaz was worried something had happened to you and was surprised to find you relaxing in the kitchen.

When all is deemed well, he takes the opportunity to adjust to the light and just... let the tension ease its way out of his body.

In the meantime, you take the opportunity to pull him into your arms and slow dance.

Gaz stiffens up a little before getting comfortable in your embrace. This is rather new to him and he's never had to do something like... dance before. At least, not like this. Okay then...

This turns into an opportunity to teach Gaz the basics of slow dancing.

And at least you guys can say you had a reason for sleeping in later that day. Win-win.

𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 '𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭' 𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲

Simon was so damn anxious that he did an entire sweep of the house thinking something was wrong. You just watched him. It was a second before he turned and saw you chewing silently.

He gives you his signature "What the fuck?" look. ("Couldn't sleep and I was hungry. Want some?" ".....")

Ghost'll rub his face tiredly and it hits you how worried he was. Of course, the bastard would never express it in words but you practically see it in his body language.

You quickly rush to comfort him. You apologize profusely and hug him, which turns into a slow dance of comfort.

Simon will bury his head in the crook of your neck and commit your scent to memory like always.

And you will take this opportunity to cop a feel of that perfect ass and hear him groan in longsuffering Ghost as always, voice gravelly (when isn't it?) with sleep.

"Didn't know my waist was back there." "Me neither. ❤️"

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 '𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐩' 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡

Soap was also thirsty and came down to grab some water so win-win there.

You two shared a late-night snack and when what was playing, he was surprised you liked this song. Never took you for an Oldie lover. You're so full of surprises and he can't get enough of it, it seems.

You hold your hand out in invitation and with a cheeky ass grin, he takes it. You pull him close and voilà!

Quite romantic this dance is. You're serenading him as you dance and yeah, Soap's loving it. Stop, he's not blushing. Yeah, he is.

It was all well and good until you tried to dip him and, uh... you two fall on the kitchen floor. Somehow. It was goddamn funny.

You two spent the better part of a minute and a half just laughing your asses off.

And afterward, the song is done, and having shut everything off, Johnny takes your hand and leads you back upstairs for a midnight waltz of his own.

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imagine mistaking beastzai as your usual dazai (you thought he wanted to be emo for a day) and like did usual silly cute things with him then dazai came home and he’s like HUH WHO IS THIS GUY R U CHEATING ON ME :(( but in the end you have… double boyfriends but one’s moody and one’s fucking annoying

anons that think alike omg telepathy … use ur powers for good!!! two asks in one btw i feel so productive

alsooo beast!dazai would be giddy like a child to be in the main tl w his love… he’d be twirling you around and enjoying what could’ve been before he has to go back!!! all dazais are cringy and in love w u it's true they told me themselves !!!!

“What’s with the outfit?” You spoke bluntly, clearly a little put off by the reappearance of the black coat and red scarf. “Dude, you look like Mori.” Harsh, sure, but your boyfriend worked so hard to walk alongside you in the light, so the last thing you wanted was to see what would’ve been, if not for —

Dazai smiled, seemingly amused. “Ah, love, it’s merely a costume. Thought you’d get a kick out of it,” he replies easily, pulling off the long red scarf: a staple of the Port Mafia’s boss.

His words help to relax you, letting out a small sigh as you push the coat off of his shoulders. “Let me grab you your coat, I know it’s around here somewhere…” You flittered about your shared apartment, pulling a backup brown coat from its spot buried underneath your closet. “This better suits you,” you speak under your breath as Dazai pulls it on. The fit seems a little… different. Is it somehow looser than normal? You frown.

“Thank you, love,” he repeated the same pet name. It felt as though he missed saying it, which doesn’t quite make sense.

You choose not to dwell on it — maybe seeing him in black again just rewired your brain for a moment. He’s alive and well in front of you and nothing else matters. A nod is all the reply Dazai gets before you slip on your shoes.

“I thought you might have headed to work early when I didn’t see you in bed this morning, but I guess that’s my fault for assuming the impossible,” you decide to tease.

Dazai easily slips behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin against your shoulder. “Mm… I love you, you know that? Let’s skip work today. We can spend time together, ‘kay?”

He’d always been unpredictable and spontaneous, so you merely laughed in response. “I don’t have work today, remember? But you still do.”

Shaking his head, he pouts — there’s the Dazai you love. “Nope!~ I refuse to go into work today. I’m spending my whole day with my love!” He practically jumps for joy, hands moving to gently hold your waist. “Let’s bake cookies.”

There isn’t much you can do, watching with an amused grin as Dazai unties your shoes before dragging you to the kitchen.

“It does not take two hours to make cookie dough…” you sigh, trying to jostle the white flour from your hair. “We baked cookies together, like, two weeks ago! How could we already have forgotten everything…”

Dazai grins, planting kiss after kiss on your cheeks, melted butter staining your skin from when he accidentally tried to drink from the cup you’d used to soften it. “Hard to remember much when I’m with you.”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” You chuckled, grabbing a towel from the counter to wipe both your face and his lips.

“Yep!~ It’s like.. my love is so pretty I can’t think when I’m around them! Oh, I could just die in… No! I don’t even want to die! I could live in your arms, grow old together and watch you get all frail and saggy,” Dazai speaks dreamily, swooning over the idea of growing old with you. How sweet.

You push him away gently and begin balling up the chocolate chip cookie dough, pressing it onto the silver pan you made Dazai buy when you first started staying over. “Saggy? No, I’ll be young and beautiful forever,” you joke, but Dazai only nods in response.

“It’s true! No one holds a candle to my love. Why, I wish I could spend every day just staring at you.” Dazai’s voice always sounded teasing when he was with you, but even as you put the last of the cookie dough onto the tray (only had enough to fill one, since Dazai kept spilling, throwing or eating the ingredients..) you could feel the genuineness in his words.

Oven preheated, you slid the sheet in to bake (making sure to start the timer) before turning to Dazai. Before you could get a word in, the front door to your shared apartment creaked open. Heart dropping to your stomach, you grabbed the closest thing to you: a whisk your boyfriend had licked clean. Said boyfriend only seemed to sigh, falling into a more somber mood, head hanging before he sent you a sad smile.

“I think the jig is up, love…”

Your name is called from the front door, the voice… suspiciously familiar. “Are you in there? You weren’t answering your phone and I got worried...” Dazai stepped into your apartment, hanging his keys by the door before turning around (an addition you made, since he tended to forget his and jumpscare you by picking the lock every few days).

The three of you stood still, no words spoken and the only sound being that of your metal whisk dropping to the floor. Spinning from one Dazai to the next, you wiped a splotch of flour from your shirt collar. You felt guilty for some reason, like you were at fault for not recognizing an imposter Dazai, and wanted to make yourself look more presentable.

“Awww, love!” The Dazai at the door pouts, throwing his coat on the floor as he quickly heads over to you. “Are you cheating on me?” He continues, slouching over you to impose as much of his weight as he can. You struggle for a moment, his bone crushing hug enveloping more than you expected.

Guilt still apparent as your tummy twisted, you shook your head. “I didn’t— “

The other Dazai, the one wearing a black tie and covered in various cookie ingredients pouted as well. “Maybe she’s cheating on me! I mean, I can’t believe my love moved in with another man…”

God, this was too confusing. You gently pushed Dazai A off of you, stepping back from the two. “I don’t— “

“I can’t believe this… I head to work early one time and now you’re making cookies for someone else!” Dazai A whined, face smooshed against the oven door’s glass in longing. “I’ll never be on time again! In fact, I think I’ll always have to be late.”

Dazai B pulled Dazai A back towards him by his collar, whispering obnoxiously, “I’ll share the cookies if you share the beautiful partner.”

Dazai A nods in approval, eyes closed and arms crossed like it was the easiest decision to make in the world. “I want half the sheet. And, I want a kiss…” He pouts towards you. Ugh, how annoying.

You deadpan towards the two, no longer feeling guilty. These two were just as much Dazai as they could get. Arms spread, you let Dazai A pull you into a hug so you can give him a proper welcome home kiss. “Both of you are obnoxious. Is that all I’m worth? Half a sheet of cookies?”

“Half a sheet of your cookies,” Dazai B grins. “That’s not something either of us would give up lightly.” The other Dazai nods in agreement.

Both of your stupid, annoying, clingy boyfriends tug on your sleeves, forcing you over to the couch so they can both receive your affections while the cookies bake.

the timer goes off after a while but they both whine about not wanting to let u get up. once you threaten letting the cookies burn they're quick to let go. i hate them both.

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hansoeii · 1 year

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the steard is making a return!

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faetreides · 3 days

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Would modern!coryo like being called daddy? Like reader is all dumb from him overstimulating them and it just slips out.. how would he react?

This is so me, like i’m scared of this happening. no one has made me cum tho so i’m probably safe

╰ • ✫ - ❛LILY OF THE VALLEY!❜ ✎ᝰ.

cw: daddy kink, typical coryo warnings, reader is so baby in this and he’s so bf like 😖, school stress, cunnilingus like he EATS you out to the bone fr, pain play, mentions of blood kink and piss kink, pet play coded, unedited porn for the soul, afab reader, THIS ONE GOES TO OUT TO ALL MY FREAK MODERN!CORYO TRUTHERS, reader and coryo at their most real, pretentious use of latin pet names, hinted breeding kink

You’ve been keeping it to yourself for so long, still wallowing in the idea that you should be shy about your kinks. You’ve never had a partner like Coryo before, you haven’t had a partner, period. Normally you just muffled it into a pillow while you fingered yourself to an unsatisfying orgsm and called it a day. But now you had an insatiable boyfriend with a sizable sadistic streak… among other things.

Are Daddy kinks the worst thing someone could be into? No, and you know that perfectly well. You also know that there’s enough stigma around it for you to keep it yourself. You didn’t need conversations about “daddy issues” or creepy men who assumed that that information gave the green light to do whatever they wanted to your body.

You had never admitted this to Coryo, but one of the reasons you were so nervous about your first time was because you knew it was only a matter of time before it slipped out. All the rumors and spilled stories from his past flings and hookups (things you prefer to not let get to you too much) made it even more clear that if anyone could drag that out of you, it was him.

It’s a miracle you didn’t blurt it out during your first time, you were so fucked out he could’ve told you that you said anything and you would’ve believed him. No, despite Coryo’s casual dominance that is apparent in how he pecks your lips after every bite you take from the fancy finger food held in his hands, your secret is kept safe.

That is… until the stress of assignments piling up builds up to a boiling point, and you’re left sobbing into your boyfriend’s chest.

“Shh, petal, get it all out.” He hums, slowly dragging his fingertips up and down your shaking back. “You’ll make yourself sick if you don’t calm down, baby. Let’s take some deep breaths, okay?”

“Okay..” You heave.

Coryo gently pulls your hair and directs your forehead to knock against his. It startles you out of your teary state for a moment, you blink in confusion and he chuckles. His eyes are so warm, they could set you on fire right there on his lap. His hold on your head doesn’t let up, and you sniffle as you place your hands on his chest.

He directs you to breathe with him, “One… two… three… four… hold it… now breathe out through your mouth, do that a few times with me, alright, dove?”

“One… two… three… four…” You repeat his words, which helps you center your focus on the pure love in Coryo’s stunning eyes.

After every set Coryo makes a childish ‘woosh’ sound, purposefully blowing hot air into your face. It has the intended result and he grins triumphantly at your watery giggles. Once he’s calmed you down enough, he’s leaping into action and raining down an army of kisses all over your cute face.

You’re too sensitive for it, but he wants to tease you for being “Daddy’s little crybaby” so fucking bad. This isn’t the moment though, perhaps when it’s something different, like tears of joy because of how much your engagement ring sparkles in the sunlight.

Yeah, he knew before you came right out and said it, have you forgotten who exactly you’ve promised your soul to? Don’t be silly.

After a certain point the sticky kisses become more and more heated, and by the time he reaches your lips he’s pressing your mouths together. Coryo slowly tilts your head to the side, opening up your mouth and lazily sucking your tongue. Like you always do, you start bucking your hips against his crotch in short and subconscious movements. He smirks into the kiss, pulling away to speak.

“I bet I know just the thing to get you all fixed up, huh petal?” He coos, nodding your head for you. “Come on then, up you go. Don’t trip on your way to the bedroom.”

That’s just the start of his well intentioned meanness, that and the spank he gives your ass as you obediently hop up from the couch and speed walk to the bedroom. You’ve gotten so thirsty for him in the months you’ve been together, he’s almost proud.

Whatever you were expecting, it wasn’t to feel your brain leaking out of your ears and Coryo’s pink tongue deep in your puffy pussy.

Your hips are kept pinned to the bed by his nails clawing into your flesh, you’re honestly surprised you haven’t started bleeding but you wouldn’t mind if you did. He jabs his tongue again and you squirm, attempting to kick your legs out on instinct. Coryo tightens his grip on your hips, smacking your inner thighs and digging his nails in your hips even further.

It’s his mission to tear you apart in any way possible, in every way. A small hidden part of you is soothed at the reminder that there are some things you never have to ask for. He already knows, he’s the best like that.

Coryo stops tongue fucking you to spit on your clit, staring all wide eyed and whorish up at you as he gives it little licks. You whine when he doesn’t adjust his slow pace, wishing you were in love with someone who didn’t like teasing you as much as he adored spoiling you rotten.

You ruffle his blonde curls, pouting and having a fit. He smacks your thighs harder and scratches lines down your legs as he purses his lips around your clit. He honest to god somehow laughs as he latches on the swollen bud and firmly sucks. In between sucks, his tongue roughly plays with your now throbbing clit, viciously slapping it around like it wants to beat it up.

“Fuck-fuck-uhhhhhhhhh-you’re gonna make me cum-Daddy-shit, yes-just like that, Daddy, just like that just like that-oh my god, Daddy!”

Your squealing makes him laugh again, and when he registers your slip up, he clutches onto you so hard his nails break skin and blood starts trickling down your body.

He pats the area where your womb is a couple times, a silent ‘Good dove’ that goes straight to your core. You’re lucky you aren’t ovulating right now, or the sheets would be even more soaked than they already are. His eyes narrow at the little pouch on your tummy and there’s the slightest hint of teeth in his sucking, but he backs off to spit on your dripping pussy again.

“Mmm-that’s all sweet pets need to do right? Lie back and drool from every hole for their Daddies?” He asks, nuzzling the patch of pubic hair at the top of your mound and taking a deep whiff.

And you’re so good for him, you don’t even need a warning glare or a fierce hit upside the ass.

“Yes-yes, Daddy-um-um- ‘m your bunny-all for you, Daddy.” You pant as you try to catch your breath.

“Glad you’re smart enough to know that, baby.” Coryo bites the skin over your womb, caressing the indents of his teeth. “Never have to doubt my intelligent little flower, do i?”

“Nuh uh, Daddy.” You shake your head in agreement so fast you get dizzy, and he smiles before bringing his attention back to your warm pussy.

He flattens his tongue and licks fat stripes over your folds like a wild animal giving his mate a tongue bath. Simultaneously meant to induce arousal and bring comfort to his partner. He winks at you several times and regularly darts up to french kiss your aching clit, burrowing his nose so deep in your slutty pussy.

The sensual nature of it has your eyes rolling back, and this time you’re the one being savage, your bedazzled extra long acrylics make a mess of his shoulders. He lets your trembling legs go, keeping you in place by his raw determination to literally eat your heart out. His curls bound and fly as he shakes his head vigorously, pushing your clit and hood back with his thumb so he can focus on slurping your slick from your hole like it’s his job.

“No no no-stop, please-fuck- ‘m gonna make a mess-feels like i have to pee, Daddy- shit shit-no, Daddy wait ‘M GONNA!-”

Your orgasm rudely cuts you off, and you gush on Coryo’s mouth. You always say shit like that when you squirt, but you never know when your boyfriend wants your words to be true. You squirt until you can’t hold yourself up anymore, and you collapse against the bed in a huff. Coryo laps up your release with his signature pleased grin, he’s so glad to put you in your place and give you what you deserve. Trust him, petal, he’ll never fail you when it comes to that.

You don’t speak, you’re still twitching and coming down from your euphoric high. Coryo lays his hands on either side of your head and cages you in, hovering above you and cooing loads of praises and sweet nothings into your sweaty hairline.

“How about it? Feeling any better, dove?” He gingerly delivers the question with a loose hand around your throat and a quick squeeze to your tit.

You lean into the barely there pressure on your throat, too out of it to be embarrassed, “Uh huh, thank you, Daddy. ‘Love you.”

“Oh you are so very welcome, mellilla (little honey). Daddy loves you too, more than your bunny brain could ever imagine, don’t you ever forget that.”

It's 2 am by the time you’ve come back to earth. Coryo makes you pancakes with your favorite strawberry syrup after you eagerly show him your appreciation in the shower. He wipes your mouth clean when you’re done with the star shaped pieces. You fall asleep during an elimination on MasterChef, but he’ll rewind it for you tomorrow.

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